ROCKIN Lyrics

Ever need me, call my phone

Said he tryna do a song

I told my Brodie how I'm rocking, ever need me, call my phone

And my Brodie just got out, he said he tryna do a song

Said he tryna do a song

We ain't like them other Niggas, we could never get along

Forces on my feet, but only fresh up out the shoebox

A body on the gun, but it was time for a new Glock

They said the iron is supposed to be hot

So you can't be shooting, it's colder than the pole at the top of the earth

Ruth Chris, eat expensive dessert

She tryna show me new tits, just got implanted, they hurt

I said I loved you at first, but I'll come fuck you later

Lil African with a body, but she darker than Vader

And she giving me flavors, but I knew black people cooked good

She a dirty gal, she show it off when she suck wood

I told my young you could be just like me

I could never believe a bitch who say she just like me

Too many Niggas I seen fall for trusting these bitches

Seems only money and attention means something to bitches

She keep on saying fuck her raw, she call me the ticket

Why she call me the ticket

And I just might've hit it

If she didn't, I might still go for

She slide down dick, and slurp it up like a gogurt

Slurp it like a gogurt, I tell her go girl

Have ya way with this shit

Nigga said he put a k in his fit, so I run up put the k to his fit

Brodie told me I was made for this shit

We just get a stage for this shit

It's the way that you're walking, and the way that you're talking, you ain't the one I wanna spin this block with

Catch his man's and we hawk him, he'll be dead by the morning, and then I need me somebody to swap with

Got this Glock, take it off of me, doing em awfully, they know we up on the score

Got this Glock, take it off of me, come take it off of me

Doing em awfully, doing em awfully, doing em awf-

They know I BEEN ONNAT, so that ain't nothing new

And Brodie been tryna step, guess it's something to do

And she was playing hard to fuck, now she fucking confused

I still got blood in my body, so I'm hunting for blues

And we left blood on his body, so they hunting for clues

And they hunting for sticks

Why they run in his shit

This real designer, unlike ya nigga, so I countered his fit

Balenciaga, know mama Prada all the shit that I did

All the shit that I do

I'm in the booth tryna maintain

Tryna get a dollar, not a bitch, it ain't the same thing

Bitch I'm like Curry, I shoot from deep, I got some range gang yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

In the morning

It's the way that you're walking, and the way that you're talking, you ain't the one I wanna spin this block wit

Catch his man's and we hawk him, he'll be dead by the morning, and then I need me somebody to swap wit

Got this Glock, take it off of me, doing em awfully, they know we up on the score

Got this Glock, take it off of me, doing em awfully

Come take it off of me, come take it off of me, come take it off